Precious

I could fold my hands

I am not feeling what you are

Feeling what you are

Holy

But your eyes are on fire

Smolder where the tears should be

Our lives

Our lives

Our lives

All of our lives mean nothing

Unless they’re sold with grandiose, postured cut-out newsprint

Bed the mice

Now rise

Now rise

Now rise up to claim your prize

Her rights

Her rights

Her rights in flames

You want all of the pride and none of the shame

You take all their pride, but won’t give it a

I could bow my head

I’m not feeling what you are

Feeling what you are

Holy

But your eyes are on fire

Smolder where the tears should be

We are so precious

 

And yet our lives mean nothing, until they’re sold with altruist preaching

All while you were screaming

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine” you say

"But it's not mine"

“It’s not my problem”

“Hey, it’s not my problem”

“Hey, it’s not my problem”

“Hey, it’s not mine"

You want all of the pride and none of the shame

You take all their pride, but won’t give it a name

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine” you say

“But it’s not mine"

Cue the choir

Let your wicked ego escape

Lacerate them with faith

The truth will pour out

Fuck it

Only heaven remains

Rip the cords out

Only heaven remains

Can you feel the love?

Can you feel the love?

Lines drawn from antiquated fables

You’ve plunged your idle hands in vacant cradles

Cradles

A shallow submersion saved no one

What choices keep us decent when she has none?

 

Now rise

Sing of life

With pitch-fork tongues

Exhaling archaic soot to spread your fire

Cue the choir

Let your wicked ego escape

Lacerate them with faith

Rule out the rest of her life

Ya, fuck it

Only heaven remains

Rip the cords out